Permission to come aboard Captain!
Always interested to hear of what others do see
Perhaps it would help heal my heart (or my knee).
I trust you'll look past or right into my rhyme,
Don't rush, I'll check back, so please take your time
The cord is attached to the pituitary gland and has a length of about three days the speed of light. Hence the burial after three days dead. This gives the spirit time to detach from the body earlier burial is why we have "ghosts" that haven't crossed over yet. The popping sound is the astral door opening or closing. Most people wake up at this sound and the travel is lost. Once mastered we can go anywhere through space or time, and even stop to get friends along the way. Often the return to body is almost violent. (one friend actually did a flip in his bed upon return - confirmed by his wife laying next to him).
I'm almost 50 yrs. now and i STILL spin! It's a bit more painful since my foot was broken a couple of years ago tho. i remember spinning as far back as 4 or 5 yrs. old. Depending on the situation, i have spun in many locations but always preferred my living room on the coffee table. This is no longer an option though because my balance isn't so great anymore (hence the broken foot). In fact i was spinning just yesterday afternoon!!
Oh, i see you spin around in a chair! I do that too - any time, any place, any chair that cooperates. BUT spinning on your feet - NOW THAT"S FOCUSED STRESS REDUCTION!!! (Also good excercize and a great way to dry your hair)!
I accidentally came across a past life while meditating one day. I was trying to get to my "happy place" and opened the wrong "door".
I was a young girl about six or eight. A rather gruff and grim lady threw me down into a cold dark cellar. The steps were thin, steep, concrete. I had the impression this was my home. The woman didn't realize I had grown tall enough to climb out the window (coal shoot?). But when I got outside a large mean man snatched me up and I was forced into prostitution.
This actually explains a lot about my attitude towards sex in this life. I began having orgasms when I was about eight. I didn't know what they were then of course, I just knew I liked them. Also I became a very happy hooker when I turned eighteen. I'm guessing I decided that I was going to enjoy sex in this life. I quit "working" about a year ago, as I am now almost 50.
I had this vision about four years ago - but Like I said, it really explains a lot. Also I have this unusually strange fear of sharks (I live in Colo.) This fear is so intense that I wont even swim in a pool (i am Pisces), so I think I may have been eaten by one at some point.
Chakras are the points in our bodies where the spiritual and the physical meet. I think there are five of them: the groin, belly, chest, throat, and head. If they are out of balance - we are out of balance and this often manifests in very physical ways. My first clue usually is tripping or falling down without any seen obstacles. Tripping over thin air so-to-speak. Then I'll start loosing my words or thoughts mid-sentence. Things like that.
And addiction without necessity can interfere with all of them. So if the morphine is for pain, maybe you could try and ween off. If the pain is gone but the pills linger on, well you know what needs to be done. And if the pills (or patch,or whatever/however) is CAUSING the pain then stopping is only as hard as you want it to be.
Step one: I can't
Step two: He can
Step three: I think I'll let Him
She catches in their waves of anguish
Their sorrows, fears, and sins
They know not of her strength or madness
See not how she befriends
Appointments, never made, are kept
Scheduled with divine care
Secrets hidden - held so tight
They seek her out to share
A Spirit Catcher by design
Twisted - slightly touched
Gathering up the ills of those
Who'll never know this much
Drawn, are they, as if in quest
With intent not foretold
But moments after they converge
She feels what's to unfold
She swiftly trades the spirits out
With deepest true compassion
But she must gain from this exchange
Their darkest, painful passion
Returning to the place she dwells
Remembering all their tear
Alone she battles for her soul
She now must fight their fears
Wrestling within, conquests - defeats
Some spirits never leave her
And each new day, her conference sought
Yes, she's the Spirit Catcher